They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 372 No! Don't swallow it all!

You might see what I've written; actually, I really hope you will.

Soon, I will lose my memory and enter Gaycosso, and I have no idea what kind of treatment I will receive.

Actually, I think the treatment should be pretty good, after all, I am the chief prosecutor of humanity.

I will take the diary to the mountains; it absolutely cannot be lost. What I am about to do is also very noble—after all, if awakening divinity is not noble, what can be considered noble?

From a young age, I have been fascinated by the mystical and have longed for those lofty and incomprehensible beings. By chance, I dreamed of a door, which was truly the most incredible existence I had ever seen. Its vast and boundless body was like multiple universes.

He is all-knowing and all-powerful. From this day forward, I resolved to believe in Him and founded the Truth Society in the hope of finding more like-minded people to believe in Him with me.

Upon seeing this, Ria flipped through the pages and discovered that the original owner had written quite a long passage. Perhaps he was afraid that he would never regain consciousness from this day forward, or that he would die directly from this day forward.

But in any case, he wrote a lot, and all of it was written for himself.

I found my mentor, who was in a deep sleep, in a very miserable state, and not a friendly person.

When I saw my mentor in the dream I constructed, he was bound in chains, clearly indicating that he was also not free in the dream.

His eyes were terrifying. I once thought he wanted to kill me. In fact, I believe that if the chains hadn't been there, he definitely would have killed me.

But we both have some connection to doors, so we should get along. So I started chatting with him. He was very fierce at first, but soon he started to get annoyed with me and even seemed disgusted every time he saw me.

I could sense his disgust for the association members, but I felt that those people weren't actually bad, and the mentor's mindset was hard to change, so I simply treated him as someone to confide in, regardless of his reaction, and left after I finished speaking.

After a long time, he finally became willing to talk to me, and he wasn't so hostile anymore.

By the way, I also encountered some people named Hephaestus. Their behavior and thoughts were quite interesting. These people once tried to turn me into a clone, but luckily I ran fast, and the door taught them a lesson.

I must praise the Key to the Door here. Since I started believing in Him, my mind has become more open, but it also seems to have become somewhat distorted. Strange, was I like this before?
We seem to have gone off on a tangent, let's get back to the main topic.

After we discovered that the Great Judgment Day might occur, the association had already prepared for the worst.

They built an ark large enough to hold hundreds of thousands of people, and the supplies on that ship were enough to sustain hundreds of thousands of people for six months—a full six months.

But that's not enough. Hundreds of thousands of people are too small a number in the world. Who can survive and who must die will become the biggest problem. If possible, we still hope that this ship will be left to stand still forever.

The doomsday prophecy is like a thorn in the side of humanity. Some have proposed replacing the belief in the radiant sunrise in order to delay or even prevent the end of the world.

But my decision was—this is impossible.

Those indescribable beings will awaken sooner or later, and their awakening will bring natural disasters. Humanity is utterly powerless in the face of them.

The prophesied events are unavoidable; no matter how they are changed, the same outcome will be achieved.

Can you guess why?
I have tried. I have used the power of the door to travel to different parallel universes. I have made all sorts of choices and witnessed all sorts of human efforts.

But the final result points to only one thing.

The Great Judgment Day arrived as scheduled on the same day and at the same time. Giant eyes and cracks appeared on the sun, and the sea, mixed with enormous tentacles, frantically swallowed the land. Volcanoes erupted, and plagues raged...

At that moment, humanity was truly powerless.

Then I realized that some things can't be accomplished just by shouting slogans. So I came back here and decided to awaken my divine nature and fight against the gods with the gods.

This idea was proposed by Nyarlathotep from another timeline. Although He loved chaos, it was a rare and good idea. Moreover, the risk of awakening a god was much smaller than that of awakening something like Igoronak. It is also unclear how the Chaos could have come up with such an idea.

Note that you should not read aloud what I have written. Do not read it aloud.

……

In short, that's how it is. I've decided to use myself as a vessel to contain the divine essence. This is a bold decision, after all, the divine essence is a double-edged sword. A being who has no thoughts might destroy the world even before natural disasters.

To prevent this possibility, we must give Him humanity, thought, character, and memory, thereby restraining Him.

But we need to gradually weaken these things and let Him adapt to controlling His own power, otherwise we will not be able to achieve our goal at all.

And do you think we succeeded in achieving these things?

Ria: "It worked?"

No! We did not succeed.

I searched for everyone and every deity I could find, even offering sacrifices to the Moon Lens to inquire if there were any extra cells that could give birth to a god, but I received a negative answer.

At the crucial moment, Nyarlathotep suggested that I capture souls from different times and spaces and insert them into divine forms. He said that as long as I filled enough, one of them would eventually survive.

While I was still wondering, He told me that He had captured a large number of them, and that it was unclear where these souls came from—some were human, some were beast, and some were supernatural beings…

I feel this is very strange. Nobody knows what Fuxing Chaos is thinking all day long. He seems to only love chaos.

But I did as He said, and if you are really watching, then it means our plan succeeded. It's really amazing. Godhood was originally like a large, unconscious cell, but through our efforts, He developed thought.

I gave Him my name, and if I am no longer here in the future and cannot see His growth, I might regret it... I have already begun to regret it now.

Can't someone else die in my place?

Nyarlathotep has so many clones named Hephaestus, what's wrong with giving me a few?

Haha, I seem to have said a bit too much, but Ria, if you still have the patience to read to the end, remember two things.

Beware of Nyarlathotep, and don't swallow anything! Don't! Swallow! Anything!

Ria: "..."

I don't know if what I did was right or wrong, but if I die, I will finally no longer have to try to change history in various parallel universes, and I can finally escape this damn curse.

Perhaps this is the last attempt.

This long post ends here. What follows are the original owner's mining records after losing his memory, such as how many coal mines he mined today, who beat him up today, or how happy he was to meet a rat today.

The life he had imagined was not the same as what he had imagined; those people did not treat him kindly after he lost his memory.

The original owner of this body was actually very proud, but in the end he died in a way that most deviated from his original intentions, and Ria couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

He turned to the last page.

[Endrez calendar: unclear time, unclear weather, mood: unclear.]

I love mice so much! They're so much better than people. I wish I could turn into a mouse...

At that moment, Ria felt an indescribable sorrow. He closed the diary, stuffed it into his tentacles, and after confirming that there was nothing more of value in the mine, Ria, now a rat, left.

Ria always thought he was unlucky, but if he survived from a group of souls, he might actually be the luckiest one.

"I don't know how the original body crossed time and space, but since I was brought here by the chaos of another time and space, perhaps finding Him here can help me return to my original world."

But soon, Ria rejected her own idea.

Forget it, Hephaestus is not to be trusted, let alone their true forms.

"From this perspective, it's not without reason that my mentor believed I could rescue him. Perhaps rescuing him would allow me to reconnect with the door. But why did he suggest I kill the Plague Doctor? And what role did the Plague Doctor play in all of this?"

As Ria pondered these questions, he climbed out of the mine and saw the light of day again. He took a deep breath and suddenly saw little Swarth crouching outside, guarding him.

From the rat's perspective, Little Swarth was terrifyingly large, and upon seeing him, it pounced on him, nearly swatting him back into the mine.

"Goo?"

Little Swarth looked down at Ria, and after a moment, probably realizing that this was not enough to express his surprise, he began to turn his head from side to side to continue looking at Ria.

Ria didn't know what it was going to do, but soon he saw Little Swarth throw out a snake, two centipedes, three rabbits, and a weasel from its tentacles.

These were the corpses of extraordinary creatures, and their appearances were rather indescribable, yet little Swarth looked at him expectantly, as if hoping he would eat them.

Ria thought that if she weren't currently in the form of a rat, Little Swarth would bring over a whole bunch of dead rats.

"Aww!" It pushed the rabbit's carcass toward Ria with its front paws. Ria didn't want to eat it but couldn't bear to refuse its kindness, so she simply stuffed all the things into her tentacles and pretended to eat them herself.

Given the intelligence of a mythical creature, it shouldn't be able to see it.

In fact, even little Swarth couldn't tell.

"Do you think the first cursed seal is hidden here? And what happened to the person who uncovered it?"

Little Swarth couldn't answer these questions, and Ria didn't expect it to either.

His current physical condition is not optimistic, and his recovery is still slow, but it is much faster than before.

Judging from this situation, he should be able to recover to his former state in less than three days, but this is still considered a slow recovery. Before he was injured, it would only take him a few seconds to recover from such an injury.

"We'll rest here for three days until I'm fully recovered before continuing our journey. For now, we can only stay here."

Although Ria can attach herself to the bodies of other creatures, it doesn't feel good, and the bodies of other creatures are not as comfortable to use as her own.

“Steel predicted that we would find clues to the plague in the Dreamland, but now we have come to the Gekkoso Mountains through the Dreamland. Isn’t this a kind of accident?”
Prophets are truly a fascinating meme.

"Gurgle." Little Swarth disliked prophets.

It used its tentacles to break off nearby tree branches and build a campfire on the ground. Then, it spat out a small cluster of white flames, which instantly rose higher.

Fire can drive away wild animals, but the light can also attract their attention.

For example, right now, countless extraordinary creatures are eyeing this place covetously. Little Swarth is waiting for them to arrive so he can swallow them all into his tentacles.

Before long, those guys dared not come near here again. Little Swarth also caught some ordinary animals, skinned them, gutted them, sprinkled them with seasonings, and roasted them over the fire.

It was baked very carefully, but the quality was really not impressive.

Before long, Ria saw it—a piece of charcoal.

Moreover, it was a piece of charcoal handed to her by a tentacle. Ria stared at the thing for a long time, not understanding why it could roast food like that.

It looks like there's even lava in here.

Facing the hopeful gaze of the mythical creature, Ria gave a fair assessment: "You saved Enderus's coal resources and proved to people that this stuff is renewable. Your name should be in the Cranbea Morning Post."

Little Swarth couldn't understand, but it felt like it was being praised.

Lia couldn't bear to watch any longer and shook her head.

"Let me do it."

He reverted to his previous appearance, his body covered in shocking, deep wounds that revealed the bone.

But the young man acted as if nothing had happened, skewering the meat on branches, sprinkling on seasonings, and grilling it over the fire, while explaining to little Swarth the importance of the distance between the food and the fire and when to flip it.

As Little Swarth listened, he realized he still couldn't understand, but even so, he still perked up his ears to listen.

"have you understood?"

"Ow!"

"Do it yourself."

"Ow."

Little Swartz barked excitedly a few times, then contributed even more "coal" resources.

Ria finally gave up on letting it grill the meat. As evening approached and the sun was about to set, Ria handed it the freshly grilled meat and then took a cup filled with wine.

"cheers."

He dragged his crippled body, raised his wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp. The mythical creature followed suit, using its forepaws to lift the skewer of meat.

"Ow!"

It swallowed the meat whole, along with the branch.

After finishing its meal, it ran to Ria's side and leaned against him, only to find Ria asleep with his head down. It wasn't sure if Ria was dreaming, but little Swarth hoped he wasn't, since dreams were never a good thing.

"When-when-when-"

Suddenly, a bell rang out in the distance. The sound made Little Swarth's pupils shrink to pinpoints. It pricked up its ears and cautiously observed its surroundings. Then, it transformed into a black dragon and hid its host under its wings.

"Roar—"

It hissed, its throat emitting a roar. Ria was still asleep, and it needed to be absolutely vigilant at this time. Those extraordinary creatures were no match for it, but the sound of the bell made Swarth uneasy.

After all, how could a bell suddenly ring out from a mountain teeming with extraordinary creatures?
Just as it was on high alert, a light suddenly appeared ahead, as if someone was walking towards it step by step.

(End of this chapter)